After dinner with my parents and brother, I did my normal night routine and started preparing for tomorrow. Such as the attire I was planning to have on and the heels, my bag and accessories.
I get a text in the middle, distracting me from the process of preparation.
“Hey, this is Luna.” The text message read with a smiley face at the end. I stare at it in suspiciousness for a moment, wondering how she got my number. Then recall that she probably got it from the company. I respond back to the text with equal enthusiasm and set my phone aside to charge.
The door to my bedroom opens and my brother clever walks in with his toy bunny.
“Noona?”
“Yes sweetie?” I say without sparing him a glance, busy ironing my clothes. I can be a little freaky when it comes to the neatness of my clothes. I
